It’s a cool evening in Brighton with a cloudless sky. The English Channel is the city’s southern boundary, and often it’s a wild, killing, ocean. Extreme Brightonians swim the sea in winter; more moderate ones sit on the beach (painful: it’s shingle rather than sand).
Tonight the sea’s calm and turquoise, and it’s the launch of Upstairs at the Three and Ten’s programme for this year’s Brighton Fringe. Who was there?